قصيدة Dream Song 29 by John Berryman
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time& .Henry could not make good
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time& .Henry could not make good